Market Moon. GX1, Leitz Elmarit 90mm.

Market Street in our town of Brighton is the main drag coming from downtown. Attached to almost every street pole for about a half mile up the hill to Brighton Centre are stylistic metal cutouts of bull heads complete with rings through the nose. A consult with bahistory.org gave me the background. At the time of the Revolutionary War of 1776 enterprising inhabitants of what was then called Little Cambridge (later to become Brighton) figured out that there was a lot of money to be made supplying meat to the fledgling Revolutionary army. Between that time and the late 1950s, Brighton became the abattoir center of Boston. The animals were herded from the depot of the Boston & Albany Rail Road to the various slaughter houses extending up Market Street. There is still a restaurant right next to the tracks called, not surprisingly, The Stockyard. Need I say, a steakhouse...? The slaughter houses are gone and all that is left is this collection of two dimensional cattle marching up Market Street. The moon obligingly inserted herself into the photograph.